March 20, 2009

IN THE COMMENTS: Okay, you people are trying, but you are not succeeding.

Oldirishpig said:

"The Mutated Chicken of Death"?

Issob Morocco said:

Prelude to Heart Bypass Surgery.

Peter V. Bella said:

Vampire Chicken.

MadisonMan said:

I don't know the name, but I do know you can't kill a sandwich like that with a knife -- you need a silver bullet or a cross.

An Edjamikated Redneck said:

MM- I'll have you know I killed that sandwich with nothing more than a fork and a large appetite.

And a little ice tea to wash it down.

Of course the fork may have been silver; I didn't stop long enough to check.

Yes, that was an Edjamikated Redneck's sandwich, which I photographed at the Cincinnati blogger-commenter meet-up at Arnold's Bar and Grill. Now, the menu is not available at the link, but I can tell you that it was listed on the menu as a hot brown.

And thanks to all who came to the meet-up. I've done meet-ups in NYC, San Francisco, and LA, but those are larger cities than Cincinnati. It's incredibly cool that we can get together a good crowd in Cincinnati.

I think we have some presentation prejudice here. If this were dressed up like a neat little chicken club with the crusts cut off and fries on the side, we wouldn't have all that talk about heart attacks.

Brown doesn't refer to the color of the meat or the gravy or anything--the sandwich made its debut at the Brown Hotel in Louisville, an absofreekinlutely fantabulous hotel I've had the privilege to stay in several times. I don't think I had the Hot Brown there, though.